Page 36 of Be My Sinner

I jump swiftly to my feet and start checking the bushes closest to me, for whoever is trying to kill me. I have my suspicions on who that might be. I’m cursing myself for leaving my blade inside the house. I reach forward and yank the embedded knife from the tree, holding it tightly.

A slight movement thirty feet from me in a thick bush has my ears straining for further threats as I approach it. I dart quickly into the bush, prepared to wrap my hands around the fucker’s neck or stab them with their own blade, only to find the spot empty.

What. The. Fuck.I could have sworn the noise was coming from that direction. I move out of the thick greenery, the scent of dirt and crushed vegetation in my nostrils. My breathing is coming in rapidly, and I’m trying hard to quiet the harsh breaths that are escaping me; I know they are giving away my location.

A shadow flies towards me quickly out of the corner of my eye. I’m too slow at moving away, and a sharp pain sears into my shoulder. Fuck, this asshole has sliced me! I can feel the cool air now on my exposed skin where the sharp blade has cut my shirt open, and my skin, and I feel my warm blood already sliding down my back.

“Show yourself, you fucking coward!” I shout.

This menace is toying with me, playing games like some sick predator who thinks I am his dinner. Fuck that shit; I’m no one’s prey. I charge into the bush, scattering leaves and everything before me as I search for this demon’s hiding spot. A faint noise is my only warning before my left calf is sliced. I fall to my knees, clutching the sharp pain in the back of my leg.

How the fuck did he get behind me without me hearing him? Is this fucker truly a malicious, angry spirit? I rise from the ground; the sharp stinging in my leg will have to wait. I can’t make myself more vulnerable by being on the ground. I turn and move out of the deeply foliaged area and back towards a more open space, where I might have a chance of defending myself.

“Come on, motherfucker! Fight me like a man! You’re no ghost, you’re a fucking coward, attacking from the bushes,” I shout, spittle flying from my furious mouth as I wave the blade around, hoping to stab him with it. I clench my other fist tightly, ready to beat this motherfucker to death with my bare hands if I have to.

Another blade flies towards my head, and this one, luckily, I hear coming and dart out of the way. It falls to the ground a few feet before me, and I slide down to grab it, my body slamming into the dirt. This bastard wants to be throwing knives at me. I’ll fucking cut him open with his own blade, and tear out his fucking heart.

A dark shadow darts a few feet from me. The moonlight does nothing to help me determine his size or facial features. I catch a slight glimpse of a pale hand before it disappears back into the shadows. I’m pretty sure that he has another blade he’s readying to throw at me.

No sooner than the thought crosses my mind does the blade come flying at my head, and barely misses me. It grazes the side of my scalp and cuts my ear before embedding into another tree. The feel of wetness down the side of my neck causes my heart to feel like it’s going to escape right out of my chest. I drop the blade, slap my hand on my ear, and it comes away wet with my dark blood. Anger rises further inside of me, a volcano waiting to erupt.

Is this psycho trying to actually kill me, or just fucking with me, and attempting to scare me? Why a blade? He could have easily shot me, and I would have never seen the bullet coming my way before I was dead and heading to meet my ancestors.

He wants to play...he wants me scared and running for my life.My lips curl into a snarl as I stand to my imposing height and hold my ground. I will not run; I will not fucking cower. He wants me; he can come out and get me.

This time, I hear him moving. It’s subtle, and if my senses weren’t already heightened, I wouldn’t. This guy is good, really good.Deadly.The blur of motion comes from my right this time, the glint of the blade reflecting in the moonlight as it arcs in my direction and tries to slice my shoulder. I sweep out my leg and punch the air to stop the motion. My fist connects with a body part while my foot does too. A muffled sound of surprise ripples through the air, music to my ears.

The deranged psycho drops and rolls away from me, diving for the security of the bushes to the side, but not before I see a white mask with only the eyes cut out. Blue. No, not exactly blue, more blue-gray, and large with thick dark lashes. I try to take in the shape of my attacker. He’s on the smaller, leaner side. This asswipe will barely reach my neck.

Rage courses through my veins as I pursue him, recklessly diving into the shrubbery, consumed by the desire to catch and rip him apart, riding me hard. At this moment, nothing else matters. Just me and him going toe to toe, monster to monster. I want to see his evil as it meets mine.

He’s almost out of my grasp, running rapidly into the woods. His footfalls are not making as much noise as mine as I chase after him, with no regard for my safety. He tries to get to higher ground, but I’m not having it. I tackle him hard, getting my arms around his legs, bringing him down with a hard shove, and losing my hold on the blade in the process.

He kicks at me, momentarily hitting me in the face and dislodging my grip. My head spins, and my vision fleetingly blurs, with the solid hit he manages to land.Slippery motherfucker. He’s up and trying to get further away from me, but I dive and land on his lower back, taking him down and landing half on him, half in the dirt. The air is knocked out of both of us, and I can’t breathe for a moment. The only sound is that of my blood loudly rushing in my ears.

I shake off the ringing in my ears and grasp tighter to his shirt, hauling my large body further on top of him and pushing him into the ground. I was right; this guy is barely a buck twenty wet, if that, and maybe just over five feet. He struggles against my hold, trying to buck me off. I can’t see any more of his features. His hair is hidden tightly behind the hood of a black hoodie. His whole body is covered in thick black fabric, and the only flesh on display is the brief glimpses of skin not covered by his gloves—pale flesh encased in leather with long, slender fingers. Ones that are currently doing their very best to gouge my eyes out.

I fight to maintain my hold on the slippery asshole, as he does his best to buck me off. His foot kicks back, getting a solid hit on my shin before hitting me again, this time higher and just on the edge of my groin. The pain radiates through me and makes my stomach lurch as he tries again to kick me in the balls. I refuse to release my hold, even though my stomach threatens to bring up my dinner.

He tries to arch up and slam his head back. He manages to clock me in the chin with his head, and I can taste blood in my mouth where my teeth bite down on my tongue with the impact. I slam my fist down hard on his lower back, over and over, until I hear a small groan. I’m hitting him repeatedly with kidney shots, and this fucker is still trying to get away from me.Go down, motherfucker!

I slam my fist into the back of his head, and he momentarily stops moving, his body collapsing below me into the dirt, as I try to use my own to blanket all of his. A sharp elbow strikes back, getting me in the corner of my eye and causing me to release my hold. He tries to scramble from below me, dragging his thin body through the dirt.

I shake off the hit and grasp onto his legs, wrapping one of my arms around his thin waist and trying to lift him from the ground, so I can pile drive him back down and hopefully knock him out. I get another elbow, this time to the Adam’s apple for my effort. I start choking on my own breath and have to release him.

He crawls from below my heavy body, breathing in harsh pants and wheezing. He’s trying to stand, but I watch as he sways from all the painful shots his body received from my fists. Satisfaction soars through me, knowing he’s hurt too, that I gave as good as I got.

I reach for his abandoned blade and try to scramble back to my feet, one of my hands still around my own throat, begging my body to allow me to breathe in oxygen, as I try to reach him. He looks over his shoulder, the white mask still covering his face but slightly askew. I can see a sliver of pale skin on his chin. His eyes meet mine, and I see a dark rage in their depths. This guy wants to hurt me. No, he truly wants to end me.

“Who…are…you?” My voice is garbled and harsh as I struggle to get words past my throat. I can taste copper, and my tongue feels swollen in my mouth.

He makes no attempt to answer me but moves forward. He never takes his eyes off of me as he tries to escape me. It’s like a dance of two poisonous snakes swaying and getting ready to attack each other. Every time he moves, I do too. His slender hands clench as he raises them in a fighting stance. Impressive. This guy actually looks like he knows what he’s doing. However, it won’t stop me from ending his life here on the forest floor.

“Why are you…killing off members… of the Brotherhood? Are…you a rebel?”

I get a loud snort from him in response to my questions. He steps back just as I take two steps forward, trying to make up ground between us. A growl escapes his lips, vibrating through the mask and making the hairs on my body stand on end. We are closing in on the cliff now, and soon, there will be nowhere for either of us to go except to drop to our deaths below.

He takes another step back, glancing quickly over his shoulder, and I witness the moment he realizes I will have him unable to run from me.Trapped.The menacing cliff drop at his back, and I, his adversary, ready to kill him at his front.

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